Chapter 7

Charlotte ‘Lottie’ Daniels always liked to believe she was a kind person or, at least, a tolerable one. At the age of sixty-five, she’d lived enough lives to fill five books. 

At eighteen, she’d left her small hometown in the hopes of living the big life, and she had, over twenty-five years on Broadway way before she’d gotten tired of the pressure, but then she came back home and picked up a job at the local store to keep herself busy. 

She lived in her little home by herself and never had children because she’d never found a man she could put up with, but she had one bright spot in her life, her sister’s son Matthew. She loved that boy until the day he was taken from her in senseless unexplainable violence, but still, she felt horrible. 

It didn’t work to pay violence with violence, she’d lived by that motto all her life, and in one